It was the usual day before fleeing town. There is the suitcase, there is the backpack. And then there are all the errands which have to be run.
I actually had packed everything last night. This morning after going upstairs to the studio and finding things that should have been in the suitcase I had to unpack and repack. It is always a challenge to figure out what I might want to wear vs what I will actually wear knowing that I am ignoring all dress up evenings and fancy stuff.
Remember – I wore a uniform for years. I am perfectly happy wearing the same thing every day. Being a civilian doesn’t mean that I can’t essentially create an equivalent of a uniform with a slight bit of style and color variation. So that means leggings plus tops. And socks (Stance and other bright things) and sandals. Slightly heavier weight if it happens to be cold and lighter when it isn’t. Since ships always have A/C running I can plan on cool (for me) which translates to long sleeves and covered legs.
My flight is insanely early in the morning. Now perhaps 0700 doesn’t seem that bad to you, but remember I am headed out of SFO (almost an hour on BART which doesn’t start running till 0425) and the cut off time for baggage drop is 0600. I might try Lyft if any drivers are actually out and willing to go anywhere at that time.
Now, if it was George leaving – I would be offering to drive him to the airport.
